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[color=red][b]Time:[/b][/color] Late Morning
[color=red][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Nest, Roshmi City
[color=red][b]Interactions:[/b][/color]Scathael [@Apex Sunburn], Aerilyn [@Alivefalling], Mari [@princess], and Thraash [@funnyguy]
[color=red][b]Current Equipment: [/b][/color] Massive adamantine greatsword w/ Ethereal enchantment, heavy full-plated adamantine armor, magic nullification enchanted cuffs, standard backpack, rope (up to 50ft), wayfinder and timeteller, fire starter kit, first aid kit, chemist set to produce different mixtures for his fogger device, and small kit for minor repairs and maintenance.
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Five's greatsword slammed into the wooden floor, its still-rotating framework effortlessly mulching the deck into mere splinters. He had missed, though the warforged wasn't concerned with the result. If anything, Five wanted the rabbit demi-human and Thraash and Mari separated. His reactionary measure worked as he watched them closely, jumping out of the way of his attempted strike and almost surrounding him. Ideally, he had betted on the demi-human disengaging from the ordeal and not drawing her ire onto him. Five had miscalculated, yet he wasn't bothered by that either. In fact, he was built for these odds, surrounded by talented and powerful foes and systematically cutting them down one by one. After all, he had butchered formations of dark elf vanguard and dispatched many of their veteran and elite troops during his killings more than a century ago. Five rose and looked down on his would-be victims, dissipating steam encompassing his imposing profile. Two metallic plates on his shoulders shifted and slid beneath his arm with a subtle yet noticeable clanking sound. The cloak he had worn up to this point slid off his metal body, revealing the extent of his armored form, illuminated by reddish hues that glowed from the numerable vents and slits. Five's signature triad of eyes realigned and maneuvered to face their targets.

The rabbit humanoid's intentions aside, the two criminals' strategy became evident the moment they moved to flank him. Five observed and analyzed their every moment. How fast they ran into position. The countermeasures they employed while doing so. The way they breathed to propel their bodies forward. The arrangement of limbs within the posture and stances they took. The direction and focus of their gaze. And the physical and magical hints they unknowingly disclose. Five simultaneously absorbed and processed the concurrent information of these aspects of battle and tactical direction displayed by each combatant. It became apparent to the warforged how fast Thraash responded to his attack by instinctively breathing in oxygen and then expunging a directed gout of fire aimed at him while moving out of the way. The demi-human's tactic would have done little to damage Five's adamantine body, and he was certain Thraash could have potentially breathed out something more substantial with what little time was available at that moment. It was an attempt to blind him. He would give Thraash praise for his quick thinking had that trick been used on someone else, yet it was employed on him. Five's optics had immediately adapted, momentarily interpreting the world through a colorless spectrum[color=red][b]*[/b][/color] where the intense heat became visually diminished. 

Then, there was the stance his target was adopting. The warforged noticed how fixated Thraash's focus was. It wasn't entirely set on him; it was placed on his sword and Mari, which his other eye had caught the light elf in preparing a spell. Was she projecting photokinesis? It seemed likely, though he couldn't immediately tell if it was the offensive flavor or an illusion. Regardless, he could see through their ploy. It appeared she was preparing to manifest something when Thraash sprung into action and neutralized his sword. Commendable coordination without vocal communication. 

And lastly, the demi-human wielding her giant hammer. Five had watched how Mari slammed into her, quite aggressively hard, to presumably push her out of the way of his earlier attack. The notion seemed odd, given how they were ready to brawl moments ago. Nonetheless, the rabbit girl was the first of the three opponents to launch an attack, charging from where Mari was and committing to a wide swing of her hammer. Five's third eye made him aware of the two other tactical factors on her person: a deflection and a strength enhancement tied to her gloves and breastplate, respectively. The facts themselves gave him an advantage in how to deal with her. He knew now that he would have to pummel her rather than rely on a single slaying attack to wear out that deflection enhancement. He could use the ethereal enhancement in his sword to bypass her countermeasure entirely, though he figured it would be wise to keep that trick in reserve should he be forced to call upon its finite advantage. Then there was the knowledge that her own attacks would be on par with his own thanks to the enhancement in her glove, imbuing her with heightened strength. Certainly problematic, but Five already formed a strategy to deal with her and the other two. 

The moment the demi-human committed her assault, Five's entire body was morphing. Clicks and clangs resonated from within the depths of his armored shell. Gears repositioned into different mechanical systems. Pistons quickly directed pressure flows to crucial components. Panels and plates adjusted and realigned with his separating spine. In response to his changing internal framework, more steam vented out, followed by Five distributing a new yellow vial into his fogger device. The timing was everything, and his preparations began when his attacker took their first offensive step. Now, he would retaliate in kind. The droning emanating from his spinning sword had now intensified into an awful buzzing sound as the revolutions of the blade kicked up sharply. The surrounding air currents danced around what looked more like a lance than a sword, ripping up dust and residual debris from the floor. Another gunshot of steam exploded out from Five, signaling his move. His move in question, however, appeared to be that of a bizarre and unnatural contortionist performance. A performance that would prove deadly if unheeded.

Taking only but a single step back, Five's head and upper torso suddenly moved independently from each other. His body shifted right, bringing his left arm and taloned hand into a swing, now gesturing like a makeshift blade. At first, Five appeared to aim for the rabbit girl's head until his arm fluidly curved inward and merged into the head of her hammer. Yet it wasn't a colliding impact. Five could feel his entire left arm rattle as he precisely glanced it against the side of the hammer, sparks flying as metal rubbed against metal. The demi-human's enhanced strength was to be feared indeed. There was a chance the enhancement built into the weapon would go off from making the slight connection. Based on its intensity when it was first triggered earlier, he had calculated that the wave alone wouldn't cause any critical damage to him. However, the projected shockwave could reverberate throughout his mechanical body and interfere with his sensitive internal components temporarily. Five didn't like the idea of having portions, or worse, the entirety of his framework disabled, even if it was brief. He concluded he would have to compensate the best he could should that happen. His current main concern was using his mass and precision to nudge the demi-human's powerful hammer away from him. But his attack was far from over; his torso was still quickly rotating around. Five drove his sword into the floor once more; only now, he carved it up through his swift rotation, sending out a dense cloud of splinters and debris in every direction. A split second later, the blade was airborne and swung widely towards Mari. Given the length of his sword, mirroring his own height shy of three whole meters, the tip of the greatsword was barely reaching the bar's walls. Patrons ducked or hugged the walls to escape the sword, and the destruction is brought. Tables, chairs, and whatever object in the path of Five's large-improvised-woodchipper-sword-thing was instantly pulverized. He predicted the light elf had only a few seconds to disengage under the threat of becoming mulch. 

Finally, Five's head, during his torso rotation, shot in the opposite direction before locking in relation to his left shoulder. A torrent of yellowish gas discharged from his mouth as he deflected the hammer away. The mist of paralyzing nerve agents quickly accumulated through his body's incomprehensible performance, spreading the chemical around the bar. Though the act was directed against both demi-humans, anyone within ten feet of him would risk breathing in the toxin and collapsing to the floor, constantly twitching until the effects eventually wore off.

Five's crimson eyes, still glued to their individual targets, glowed brightly as he watched closely how his foes would respond.    

[hider=TL;DR]Five misses in his initial attack but isn't bothered by it. He observes and processes the actions of Aerilyn, Mari, and Thraash like a computer and creates a strategy to fight them at the same time. Just as Aerilyn launches her attack, Five counters by intercepting her hammer and deflecting it while swinging a now deadlier spinning sword at Mari, all within the single motion of quickly rotating his body a full 180 degrees (front now facing the back). Five follows up by discharging a paralyzing nerve agent encompassing an area of 10ft around him; the act is primarily aimed at neutralizing Aerilyn and Thraash.[/hider]

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